carnations bloomed in the garden,
his smile was a kind of morning sun,
the heart I wished was hearkened,
outsounded by a voice of young woman,
she comes forth to take my dream,
I'm left with a shattered hope,
if I only I could vanish him,
in the mind of sleepless broke,
in jaded pink I paint him and I,
a crush used to be a misty one,
I can run, but cannot hide,
from this crushing feeling I'm done,
sadness came along like a storm,
pouring down to drown my flowers,
but this love so full of thorns,
letting go of you might be better.
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shades of red (Completed)
Poetry9th Poetry Anthology Here, I delved into the kaleidoscope of love's real nature. A tapestry woven from countless threads, a collection inspired by stories I've read, experiences I've witnessed, whispers of love and heartbreak swirling through the ai...
